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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.