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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.