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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.