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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Tomorrow 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.