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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.