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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.