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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.