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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.