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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.