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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.