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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
PIL,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.