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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Nico,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Japan,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.