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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.