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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Main Source,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Wings,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.