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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.