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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Wings,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.