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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Gong,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.