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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Neu!,
Wings,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.