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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Monks,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.