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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.