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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.