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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.