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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.