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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Scion,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.