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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.