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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.