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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Index,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.