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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
MC5,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.