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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.