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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.