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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.