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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.