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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
10cc,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.