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 New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.