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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Television,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.