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 Niger 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.