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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.