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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.