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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.