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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.