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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.