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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.