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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.