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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.