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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.