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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Slave,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.