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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.