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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.