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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.