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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.