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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.