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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.