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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.