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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.