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 France and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.