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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.