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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.