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 Mauritania 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.