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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.