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 Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.