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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.