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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.