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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.