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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.