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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.