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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.