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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.