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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.