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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
the Association,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.