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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.