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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.