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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.