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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.