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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.