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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Pole,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.