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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.