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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Cameo,
UT,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.