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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.