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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.