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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.