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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Index,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.