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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.