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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.