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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.