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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Evens to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.