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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.