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 London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.