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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.