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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.