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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.