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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Enemy 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.