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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
CMW,
EPMD,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.