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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Whodini,
AZ,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.