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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.