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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.