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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.