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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.