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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.