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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.