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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.