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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.