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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 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 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Faust,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.