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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.