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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.