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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.