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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.