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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.