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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.