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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.