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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
MC5,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.