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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.