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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.