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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.