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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
June Days,
The Standells,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.