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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.