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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Mars to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
MDC,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.