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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.