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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.