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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.