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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Slave,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.