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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.