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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Monks,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.