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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.