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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Oneida,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.