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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
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.