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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.