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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Unwound to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.