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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.