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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Visage,
Monks,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.