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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.