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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.