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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.