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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.