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 United States and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.