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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.