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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.