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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.