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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.