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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.