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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Section 25,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.