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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.