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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.