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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.