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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.