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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.