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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.