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 Romania 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.