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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.