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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.