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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Smog,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.