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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.