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 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Franke,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.