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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.