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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.