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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.