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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Hoover,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.