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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.