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 Brazil and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.