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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.