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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.