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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.