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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Television,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.