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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.