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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Index,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Flipper,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.