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 Niger and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.