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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.