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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.