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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.