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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Mars,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
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.