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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.