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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.