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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.