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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.