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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.