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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
The Move,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.