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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.