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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Technova,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.