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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.