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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.