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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.