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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
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.