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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.