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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.