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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.