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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.