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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.