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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.