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 India and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.