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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Offenders to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.