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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.