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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
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.