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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
The Remains,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Brick,
June of 44,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.