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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Crime,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.