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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.