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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Organ,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
the Human League,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.