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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.