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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.