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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.