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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.