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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.