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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.