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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s 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 Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.