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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.