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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
PIL,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.