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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Can,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.