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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.