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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.