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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.