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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.