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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Can,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.