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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Quantec,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.