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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.