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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.