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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.