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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mars,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.