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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.