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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.