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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.