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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.