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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s 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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.