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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.