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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
MC5,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.