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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.