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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.