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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.