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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.