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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.