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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.