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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Gong,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Japan,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.