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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Model 500,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Liliput,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
UT,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.