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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Organ,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.