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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.