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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.