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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.