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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Neu!,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.