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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.