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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.