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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.