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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.