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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
New Order,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.