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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.