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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.