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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.