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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.