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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.