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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.