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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Nas,
Section 25,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.