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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.