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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.