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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Can,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.