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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.