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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.