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 United States and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.