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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.