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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.