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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.