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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.