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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.