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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.