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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.