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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.