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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.