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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.