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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.