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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.