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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Aswad,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.