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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.