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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.