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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.