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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.