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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.