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 Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Ituana,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.