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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.