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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.