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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pulsallama 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.