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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.