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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.