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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Wire,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.