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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.