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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.