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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
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,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.