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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Scion,
T. Rex,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.