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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.