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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.