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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.