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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.