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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.