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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.