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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Cybotron 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.