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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Slave,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.