Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.