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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Index,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.