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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.