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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.