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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.