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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 H. Thieme 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Index,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.