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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.