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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.