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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Skriet,
The Busters,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.