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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.