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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Gong,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.