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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.