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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Can,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.