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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.