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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.