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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Audionom,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
JFA,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.