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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.