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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.