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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.