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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.