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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.