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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.