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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.