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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
New Order,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.