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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.