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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.