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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.