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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.