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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.