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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
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.