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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.