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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
UT,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.