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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ludus 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.