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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
cv313,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.