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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.