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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Japan,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.