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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Television,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.