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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.