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 India and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.