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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Make Up,
New Order,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.