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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Slave,
a-ha,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.