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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gong,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.