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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.