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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
The Index,
Franke,
Zapp,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.