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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.