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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.