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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.