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 Palau 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.