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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.