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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.