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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Brick,
The Move,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.