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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.