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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.