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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.