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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.