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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Radiohead 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.