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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 Houston and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Cluster to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.