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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.