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 Colombia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.