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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.