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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.