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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.