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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.