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 Suriname and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.