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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.