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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.