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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.