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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s 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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.