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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
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.