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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.