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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Technova to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Wings,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.