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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.