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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.