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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.