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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Fall,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.