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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Wings,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.