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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.