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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.