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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.