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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.