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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.