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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.