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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.