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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Liliput,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.