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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.