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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.