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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.