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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
DNA,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.