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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 a-ha to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Hoover,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.