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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.