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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.