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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.