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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Crime,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.