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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.