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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.