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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.