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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.