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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.