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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Index,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.