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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.