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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.