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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.