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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.