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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.