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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo 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.