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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
UT,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.