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 Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.