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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.