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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.