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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.