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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.