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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.