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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Swans,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.