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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.