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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.