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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
X-101,
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.