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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.