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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.