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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
DNA,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.