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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.