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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.