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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.