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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Zapp,
CMW,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.