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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.