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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.