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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.