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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 JFA to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Audionom,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.