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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.