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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Franke,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.