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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.