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 Burundi and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
cv313,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.