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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.