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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 and Kerry to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Organ,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.