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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.