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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
The Names,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.