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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.