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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Television,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.