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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.