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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Fear,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.