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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.