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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.