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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.