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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.