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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.