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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.