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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.