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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Index,
John Holt,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.