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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.