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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.