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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Brick,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.