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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Organ,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.