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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.