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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.