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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.