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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.