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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Whodini 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.