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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.