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 Peru 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Rekid to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.