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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.