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 Libya 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Swans,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.