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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
PIL,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.