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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.