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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.