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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.