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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.