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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.