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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.