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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.