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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.