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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.