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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.