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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.