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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.