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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.