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 Oman and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
The Cure,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.