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 India and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Scan 7 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.