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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Real Kids to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.