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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
X-102,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.