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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.