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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
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Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.