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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.