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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.