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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.