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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
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.