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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.