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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 UT to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.