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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Index,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.