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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.