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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
CMW,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.