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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.