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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.