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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.