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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.