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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
CMW,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.