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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Scion,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.