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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.