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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Smog,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.