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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.