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 Belize and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.