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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Human League to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.