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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
UT,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.