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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.