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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.