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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Pagans,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.