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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.