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 India and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.