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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
The Litter,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.