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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.