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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.