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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.