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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Index,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.