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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Cluster,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.