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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.