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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.