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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.