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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 This Heat 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.