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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.