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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.