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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.