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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
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.