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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.