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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.